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This is Electron one of my two characters form the Electrical faction~
Together with Proton and Neutron they claim themselves to be siblings. They always stand up for each other. They are a bit like Huey Dewey and Louie together.

In his animal form he's a Flying fox.
Electron LOVES his job as an electrical agent, withdrawing human identities from shifters who breaks the secretive rules of the society and to keep the society secret from the humans. Together with Proton they form a Good cop, Bad cop team. Electron does his best to take the role as the bad cop. Neutron was a part off their team as well a long time ago before Electrical got tired of him letting the persons who broke the laws get away without a real punishment.
Electron likes to come up behind other shifters he spots in public places and tell them exactly in what way they're breaking the law and what the punishment for their actions are. After he met Shrapnel the first time he got the nickname "Mr Nightmare" which he holds on to and presents himself as sometimes. He's a very enthusiastic person but he can also be a bit careless as he misjudges people sometimes.

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“I got to learn how to do that.” Electron said. “Imagine knocking on a shifters door doing that face. ‘Hi I’m mister Nightmare, and I'm here to collect you soup.’"
A smile broke the odd expression on Shrapnel’s face. He did a quick check that there were no humans around before leaning over the table towards Electron. Suddenly his eyes multiplied.
“Hello mister Nightmare, I am One Who Kills, and I already ate it.” he said with his creepiest grin.
“Holy shit. This kid is a natural…”
“That’s why he doesn't make any friends, so don’t encourage him.” Neutron said.
“Do a face like that again and I'll definitely take you down to the electrical station, in a choker if I have to.”
“For once I agree with you, brother…” Proton said a bit freaked out.
Shrapnel sighed, downed the last of his pineapple drink and leaned back in his seat.
“I wonder if that would work…?”
“Wanna try?” This time it was Electrons turn to deliver a creepy smile. It wasn't even close to Shrapnel’s creepy smile though.
“Quit it brother.” Proton sighed.
“Now? You got one?” Nell asked.
“Not in here stupid! Didn't Neutron teach you anything about not shifting in public?” Electron said upset. “But to answer your question; Yes, I got one.”
He picked up the device from his pocket and let it dangle in front of Nell.
“How does a thing like that handle… size?” Nell asked.
“It’s adjustable.” Proton took the choker and showed Nell how to adjust the collar. “It gets a bit tricky if the host animal is small as a rat though. We use smaller ones for the smaller animals. There is a limit for how much you can adjust something like this.”
“Hm, maybe it wouldn’t work after all. Especially if you’d have to readjust it in the middle of a shift.”
“I’ll shoot you with the silver gun first, so you shift. Then I got plenty of time to adjust the collar to fit you.” Electron said.
“Yeah… there is no time in the world long enough for you to adjust that to fit on me. And I've heard it needs to be able to penetrate the skin to work properly?”
“What kind of animal are you even?” Proton asked curiously.
“Shoot me and find out?” Nell said. “Nah, just kidding. I’m a scorpion. But you may shoot me if you like. It might work?”
“You are a what?!” Electron made big eyes. “Okay, that’s it! I got to see this! Screw the rules. You, me, my silver gun, out in the backyard. Now!”
“Can I have another drink first?” Nell asked.

When Shrapnel had had his other drink, the intoxicated group made their way to the backyard of the club. It was clear to Neutron that Shrapnel was drunk, but so was he and his siblings. Electron pulled out his silver gun and poked Shrapnel in the chest with the barrel.
“Do you want to look me in the eyes, or face away like I’m executing you?” Electron said enthusiastically.
“You don’t have eyes enough for me, you electrical scum!” Nell said in an overly dramatic voice.
“Oh, I think I have enough, just not in this form. You don’t scare me, you six eyed creep.” Electron replied.
“Ah, insults upon my pretty face! You fiend!”
“Get on with it the two of you, it’s cold!” Proton grumbled. “And someone might show up.”
“Very well.” Nell said. “We’ll do it old fashioned style. Back to back, ten steps, then we… or you, turn around and fire.”
“Going down with style.” Electron smiled.

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Description
This is Electron one of my two characters form the Electrical faction~
Together with Proton and Neutron they claim themselves to be siblings. They always stand up for each other. They are a bit like Huey Dewey and Louie together.

In his animal form he's a Flying fox.
Electron LOVES his job as an electrical agent, withdrawing human identities from shifters who breaks the secretive rules of the society and to keep the society secret from the humans. Together with Proton they form a Good cop, Bad cop team. Electron does his best to take the role as the bad cop. Neutron was a part off their team as well a long time ago before Electrical got tired of him letting the persons who broke the laws get away without a real punishment.
Electron likes to come up behind other shifters he spots in public places and tell them exactly in what way they're breaking the law and what the punishment for their actions are. After he met Shrapnel the first time he got the nickname "Mr Nightmare" which he holds on to and presents himself as sometimes. He's a very enthusiastic person but he can also be a bit careless as he misjudges people sometimes.

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“I got to learn how to do that.” Electron said. “Imagine knocking on a shifters door doing that face. ‘Hi I’m mister Nightmare, and I'm here to collect you soup.’"
A smile broke the odd expression on Shrapnel’s face. He did a quick check that there were no humans around before leaning over the table towards Electron. Suddenly his eyes multiplied.
“Hello mister Nightmare, I am One Who Kills, and I already ate it.” he said with his creepiest grin.
“Holy shit. This kid is a natural…”
“That’s why he doesn't make any friends, so don’t encourage him.” Neutron said.
“Do a face like that again and I'll definitely take you down to the electrical station, in a choker if I have to.”
“For once I agree with you, brother…” Proton said a bit freaked out.
Shrapnel sighed, downed the last of his pineapple drink and leaned back in his seat.
“I wonder if that would work…?”
“Wanna try?” This time it was Electrons turn to deliver a creepy smile. It wasn't even close to Shrapnel’s creepy smile though.
“Quit it brother.” Proton sighed.
“Now? You got one?” Nell asked.
“Not in here stupid! Didn't Neutron teach you anything about not shifting in public?” Electron said upset. “But to answer your question; Yes, I got one.”
He picked up the device from his pocket and let it dangle in front of Nell.
“How does a thing like that handle… size?” Nell asked.
“It’s adjustable.” Proton took the choker and showed Nell how to adjust the collar. “It gets a bit tricky if the host animal is small as a rat though. We use smaller ones for the smaller animals. There is a limit for how much you can adjust something like this.”
“Hm, maybe it wouldn’t work after all. Especially if you’d have to readjust it in the middle of a shift.”
“I’ll shoot you with the silver gun first, so you shift. Then I got plenty of time to adjust the collar to fit you.” Electron said.
“Yeah… there is no time in the world long enough for you to adjust that to fit on me. And I've heard it needs to be able to penetrate the skin to work properly?”
“What kind of animal are you even?” Proton asked curiously.
“Shoot me and find out?” Nell said. “Nah, just kidding. I’m a scorpion. But you may shoot me if you like. It might work?”
“You are a what?!” Electron made big eyes. “Okay, that’s it! I got to see this! Screw the rules. You, me, my silver gun, out in the backyard. Now!”
“Can I have another drink first?” Nell asked.

When Shrapnel had had his other drink, the intoxicated group made their way to the backyard of the club. It was clear to Neutron that Shrapnel was drunk, but so was he and his siblings. Electron pulled out his silver gun and poked Shrapnel in the chest with the barrel.
“Do you want to look me in the eyes, or face away like I’m executing you?” Electron said enthusiastically.
“You don’t have eyes enough for me, you electrical scum!” Nell said in an overly dramatic voice.
“Oh, I think I have enough, just not in this form. You don’t scare me, you six eyed creep.” Electron replied.
“Ah, insults upon my pretty face! You fiend!”
“Get on with it the two of you, it’s cold!” Proton grumbled. “And someone might show up.”
“Very well.” Nell said. “We’ll do it old fashioned style. Back to back, ten steps, then we… or you, turn around and fire.”
“Going down with style.” Electron smiled.

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